463. μη προσδοκώντας τπτ

Δεν ξέρω πότε κοιμάσαι, ΑΝ κοιμάσαι, αν με διαβάζεις.
Ούτε καν πώς την παλεύεις πλέον δεν ξέρω




"Praying Ground"

Not feelin' any pain
But I know that it's real
Never see the color of the day
In the darkness I kneel
Prayin' for sleep
Prayin' that it will come easy
But there's something else
I see it miles away

Don't know what time of year it is
I can remember the fall
Yet all my strange and simple games
Play out on top of a wall
Prayin for sleep
Prayin' for something so easy
If only the moon
Would have left me alone